Hear the voices when the fan's on high,
I swear to god that they can read my mind,
'Cause they tell me stories 'bout the spirals and curves,
All the funneled envelopes of broken words.
And if that's how the world goes 'round,
Get me down, let me out,
Get me down, let me out.
I see the ghosts when the candles gone out,
All the smoke filling up the top of the house,
Its like whoever lived here must have burned up alive,
'Cause the carpet's filled with ash from the fire.
And if that's how the world goes 'round,
Get me down, let me out,
Get me down, let me out.
credits
from Mean,
released September 25, 2018
Lyrics by Edward Madill
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016